“Christ, left my water bottle.” I mumbled to myself. We had to leave in a hurry.

“How far are the Walkers away?” said Samantha. She always worried about them. She kept going on and on about them no wonder we left half of our supplies at our last camp fire.

“About four minutes away” I said, with a sarcastic tone in my voice. I turned to my left and I saw Sam mumbling with her eyes closed. I thought to myself, I shouldn’t joke about that.

“They’re about a few hours away”

“Good,” she said. “Let’s go back to the van.”

When we got to the van the kids were asleep. They were on patrol all night.

“We need more supplies” I said, while starting up the van.

“We can’t run out of food” Sam said, “the kids can’t do patrolling and have no food.”

“I know, there’s a station five miles North, there will be food there, I know there will.”

“What about gas for the car?”

“We always have a syphon,” I said.

“Who is going to use it?”

“Rock, paper, scissors?”

“Rock paper scissors!”

“Awwgh, you’re still doing that cringe stuff again,” said Patrick, one of Sam’s kids.

“Do you want to do it?” said Sam.

“Hell no!” said Patrick.

“Then keep your mouth shut before you wake up your sister” I said, feeling a bit like a hypocrite since I woke Patrick up.

“She’s the one who woke me!”

“Rat!” said Steph, Sam’s daughter.

I chuckled. “Right, the station is coming up here. Who’s going to volunteer to syphon the gas?”

No one answered.

“All right, I’ll do it. I don’t think I have a choice.”

“Look out!”

“Sh*t!”

SMASH

“Sam!”

Five days later

On my own. It has been five days that I’ve been on my own. These raiders, every day they cause pain to me. It’s time the tables turn. For the better! I miss Sam and the kids’ faces but these raiders will see them soon…in Hell!

There have been improvements in the couple of days. Two men scope out the gate at midnight. That’s when I strike. In four hours my family will be avenged. I’ve been trying to kill the leader, this tyrant called “Badger” – that’s the one who set that explosion in the station. It is time for payback. Tonight’s the night. My weaponry: one grenade, a pistol and a switch blade. The switch blade is Badger’s, he doesn’t deserve a  quick death.

Ready?

Hey, a**holes, Bang! Bang!

Two down, forty to go.

Too easy!

One of the two has a rifle. I don’t need it.

I’m in the West wing of the station.

Ten left.

Then two left.

Then one left.

Badger!

Jab!